Tuesday, 3 June 2014

                       Lost in Exile

Searching for a haven of acceptance
I always see it in the distance
But its only a mirage
Collected tears like a collage
I've met other exiles along the way
Quiet and lonely they have nothing to say
Treated like lepers and fools
Tangled in  society's rules
I search for a place
Where I don't feel like waste
That may be a long while
Till then I am lost in exile.

Wednesday, 15 May 2013

Your voices sound like thunder
through a microphone
like someone six years old
like a nagging crow
like an angry preacher
yelling at Luther himself
a drunk six year old
a insane jester
a broken record
like a T-Rex
like a rattle snake
like a broken TARDIS
a charging bull
a platypus
a old married couple
like a whale
like scraping metal
is how you, my wonderful family sounds.

Friday, 2 November 2012

"work hard, play hard." my dad always says to me. "work hard, play hard." he always pushes me to be better. "work hard, play hard." he follows his own advice. "work hard, play hard." he doesn't believe I work hard. "work hard, play hard." but I do. "work hard, play hard." even though some assignments aren't perfect.

Thursday, 11 October 2012

 A memorable moment.
October 11 2012
Aaron Norrie

One of my most memorable moments is when I was ten years old my mother had bought muffins from Costco. My older brother was on the computer while his friend was over and his friend and I watched him play. He was talking to to his friend and when he said something, being ten and not very bright I asked him a question.

I asked him if he was sexist. He took the dinner plate he was eating muffins off of and by accident hit me in the face with it. At first I was calm, but in the span of two seconds I touched my face and saw blood.

I of course screamed and started crying. My brother in a panic called my mom at work while my sister quickly got towels. My mom told my brother to call an ambulance.

The paramedics arrived and took me to the hospital. It was my first time in an ambulance, I would have been excited, but I was just hit in the face with a plate. I had calmed down and wasn't crying anymore. One of the paramedics told me that girls like guys with scars.

At the hospital they numbed my face and removed plate shards from my face near my right eye, and got three stitches.

I think it was an accident because I know my brother would never hurt someone on purpose like that. But I don't ask him questions anymore.

Physical or sedentary

I think I am a physical learner because I find it easier to learn something to do with my body. I don't think I'm an athletic person, and I don't have good motor skills, but I can be good at a sport.